Better to Have Loved and Lost Than Never to Have Loved at All?

I fall under the "never loved at all" category. Does that mean that I am worse off than those who have loved and lost? I don't know. Sure, I get lonely sometimes. I get sad. I cry. But I don't wail out loudly like my ex-roommate did when she broke up with her boyfriend, or like my brother did in the shower when that blonde girl he was crazy about rejected him. No, my crying is just soft sobs and sniffling as I lay alone in my bed at night, dreaming about what it must feel like to hold someone's hand, to kiss, to...you know. These are things that I have never experienced, but you know what? At least I can look forward to experiencing them someday. I'm glad that I can still look forward to my first kiss and my first time on a real date, where it's just me and a guy and I like him and he likes me. I'm glad I can look forward to walking with a guy and holding hands, and I'm glad I can still look forward to...you know. At least these things aren't over. I still have something to hope for. I still have a lot to hope for. So is it so bad to never have loved? I don't think so. I still have things to dream about. But if I end up growing old and dying alone? I'll let you know.